Teddy Bear: Stuffed Gay Hairy Tiny

Cancel your gym membership

Grocery shop on an empty stomach and fill your living space with easily accessible fattening junk

Keep all of your delivery apps readily available on your home screen

Binge excessively on simple carbs before bed so you wake up desperate for more

You've become insatiable, haven't you?

Not just insatiable for food, but insatiable for fat.

You want to grow endlessly more enormous. For you, bigger is always better. Rounder, softer, heavier. No size is too great, no weight is too much.

You didn't used to be like this. You've always enjoyed the plushness, the warmth, but you were never this desperate for more. But you found that bigger and softer you became, the biggest and softer you needed to be.

And now look. You're a hog, a whale, a blob. An endless mountain of adipose, who's entire day consists of eating, gorging, and growing. And yet you still have that little voice, that itch, that is telling you that you need to expand, to fatten your way to even greater levels of depravity. And the more you gain, the louder that little voice is going to get.

The pleasure you get from feeling all of that blubber move. Rolls atop rolls. Crevices and valleys of pure fat pouring onto each other. The slightly movements sends ripples throughout your entire body, and shivers down your spine. The fatter you get, the more of this pleasure you'll feel, and the more insatiable you'll become. The more you eat, the fatter and more hedonistic you'll become. Its a never ending cycle of fat, greed and pleasure, and you're stuck in the middle of it, experiencing far too much mind bending pleasure to ever stop.

At first, it was all just fun and games. A quick stop for a burger on the way home couldn’t have hurt anyone. But then the months treats became weekly and then became a necessity. The numbers are starting to add up, and so is the weight.

Watching your clothes get tight wasn't a big deal at first I always had a larger size waiting for you anyway. But now, your tummy is filling your lap, spilling over and hanging heavy between your thighs. It’s starting to feel like a permanent change, isn't it? A soft, heavy reality that you can't just unbutton and walk away from.

When you first laid in bed for a full day, it was fine. I loved bringing you everything you needed, catering to every craving. But now, it’s getting harder and harder for you to leave the mattress at all. Your body is becoming a beautiful anchor, tethering you to the sheets, making the world outside the bedroom feel smaller and smaller.

Yet you choose to be a extreme obese bimbo slut. Love that for you